Lundi, 23 Novembre 2015
I constantly stay up waiting for your voice. I know that won't come but I always have that feeling of "what if" and it keeps me at night. I'm afraid that when you are ready to move forward I am asleep and moment gets delayed.
I just miss you, and not even in a sappy or romantic way (I mean I do obviously) but I just miss your hugs and smile. I miss the awkward moments; I miss laughing with you; I miss talking to you all night long; I just really, really, miss you.
It's not easy to move on, because people might think that you were a chapter of my book of life but in reality you were the whole book.
I had a dream that I made a mixtape of all your favorite songs, and I was playing it in my car over and over. I could taste your lips by the third track, I could feel your skin by the fourth but I wanted you there by the first.
The memory of your perfect lips on mine is forever engrained into my mind. I trace the path your fingers made when they grazed my skin. I have tasted your heart, your body and your soul; yet I fear rinsing your scent away.
Even if I lost my mind, I could not possibly forget the way your eyes set on the horizon, or the way my name gentle rolls on your tongue.
You are the reason why I cannot sleep, even though our bodies are far apart our hearts will never stray and our love will never fade and I hope you find as much comfort in that as I do.
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